cat flowers

i love spelling mistakes.
i don't feel like english is a language
worth trying to speak properly.
instead, let's take the cat flowers
& have a party on our porch for dissidents
& tongue rejects. for those of us
with teeth carved from limestone. 
i'll invite the deer. i'll invite dear.
you once tried to say "i love you"
& you said, "i loathe you."
i felt relief to have the distances here
collapsed for all to see. if you have not
opened a window & waited for rain
then you are not really as winnowed
as you think. i put the car radio on 
& everyone was speaking pig latin.
i hope you do not say what you mean.
instead, i want to hear the night mash.
the half-gutted trout on the cutting board.
promise me we do not have a house in common. 
a toy room. a roaming dart board.
an unsteady hand. i shake the camera.
write a pastel history of the word, "go."
we all are just one kicked door
away from gods. in the attic 
we disagree about "invaluable." 
throw the family costume jewelry 
out of the open window. watch them
turn into crows on the way down.
a whole flock now as hungry as ever.
i hope we can agree there are too many consonants. 
i work my pocket knife around
your "quiet" until it is just a soft
"ohhhh," sound. the truth is
i do not know what i mean. i do not know
if the words do either. there have been
so many times you have said,
"say something" & nothing but grease
has come out. i type words into search engines
in the hopes they will know what i mean,
begin, "how do you know if"
& end "hurting you."